"I despised my new co-worker. He was this young, color-haired, 30-year-old who made me feel bad about modern stuff I didn't understand. I complained to my husband about it, but I wasn't expecting him to take any action. He went to his apartment to confront him, and I ran behind, since I didn't want him to start any drama. But the situation developed in a way I wasn't expecting. The door was shut in my face, and I was locked outside. All I could do was hear random words, like, "Bully," "You can't treat people..." "Are you crazy?" "What?" And then... silence... Soon enough, I heard the unmistakable sound of kissing. And after that, moaning. Then they started speaking pretty loudly.
'Fuck that daddy cock inside me! Let me show you how much better than your husband I am!'
'Shut the fuck up! Don't insult my husband, you little shit!'
'You can deny it all you want. But I can feel your cock getting harder when I tell you how much of a stupid cuck he is.'
'Fuck!' my husband yelled.
They were fucking. I couldn't believe it.
'Fuck that cock inside me. Empty your balls in my hole, daddy. Make sure you have them dry up. That cuckold doesn't deserve it like I do!'
'Shit, boy! I'm gonna breed your hole.'
'Admit it! It's better than your husband's.'
'Oh, God! It's so much fucking better.'
'You wanna breed me, daddy?'
'Yes!'
'If you cum, I'm gonna keep bullying him at work...'
My heart dropped. There was silence again. For a moment, I smiled. My husband wasn't too lost in his lust, I thought. But then I started hearing the clapping of his balls against my coworker's ass. The sound became more and more pronounced.
'Shit! Shit!' my husband finally said. 'Keep bullying him. I don't fucking care. Just let me cum inside your hole, boy!'
'Admit he's a cuckold!'
'He is! He clearly is! Fuck! He's a fucking cuckold! I'm gonna cum!'
'That's right, daddy! Give me all your semen. Impregnate me, daddy! Let that cuckold hear you empty your balls inside me!'
'Oh, fuck! I'm gonna fucking cuuuuummm...' my husband screamed like a lion.
After a while, they came out.
'See you on Monday, cuck,' my naked coworker said.
Behind him, my husband was dressed but disheveled. His eyes were drowsy, and he panted as he spoke. "Sorry, honey. I tried to help myself. But he's just too hot for me to say no." He grabbed me by the shoulders and guided me back to our apartment. "C'mon, honey. Let's go home. I need you to clean his ass juices from my cock."
After that, the situation didn't improve. The only thing that changed was that I was home alone three or four nights a week."